sabaism (poetry)

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I remember the Thursday in vivid detail
But how much I try to forget
For perhaps if I wasn't the way I am
The outcome would be on a different cassette
The Thursday, and the Monday, both can't be erased
Memories plague my mind as I curse my awful face
For if I was skinnier and prettier like the other kids in the class
Maybe I would have a chance
Maybe time would go fast
And I remember 2 years ago what I was told from the lips of a oil slicked dove
"Be glad you're funny, it may be your only way to find love"
And so everyday I try to make at least one person laugh at jokes new or old
If I make either of them laugh then I believe it's a goal